tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157939142011-10-26T09:35:17.803ZA Star Wars parody. Characters blog to reveal everything you didn't see in the movie saga, from the mundane details of their daily lives to the inner secrets that should probably be censored.palpshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06418092072288295314noreply@blogger.comBlogger1331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1151264809726628492006-06-25T19:44:00.000Z2006-06-25T19:46:49.736Z

What the sweep revealed.Where: A sleazy club, then my place.Feeling: I’ll be glad when this is over.Listening to: The sounds of silence in my apartment.“Is there anything else, any more information you need from me? How much of an initial payment do you require?” I asked.“Don’t worry about it,” she stated as she stood. “You’ll pay me once it’s done, Or, I’ll collect it from your flesh,” she

Captain Typhonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1148230970244365992006-05-21T17:01:00.000Z2006-05-21T17:02:50.256Z

We are sorry to break into your programming this evening, but we have some breaking news that is of vital interest to the whole galaxy.There has been a confirmed report that we have had a breakout of the maximum security detention center on the Penal Colony on the planet Detentcerion !As we understand it , at this point all but 3 of the would be escapees have been captured .We are not sure of the

JabaHuttnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1147493337537601292006-05-13T04:07:00.000Z2006-05-13T04:08:57.556Z

Good morning, sir.I was functioning on autopilot for most of the day. There was an "emergency" senate sub-committee meeting for the leaders of the Chommell sector that Senator Amidala had to attend, which meant I had to attend.This was followed by a security briefing for me with the building manager of 500 Republica. Afterwards I took care of the paperwork involved in elevating the security

Captain Typhonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1147135446535704552006-05-09T00:43:00.000Z2006-05-09T00:44:06.550Z

I Jus Dont Believe what I am readin Here ! We attempt ta get our kids a better education and the Federation hits us with the following letter !Read throught this and tell me If our Younglins should be expected ta live up ta these standards !Dear Parents :Reacting to Federation guidelines, the Planet Naboo, which has been highlighted as a role model for student testing by The Federation

JabaHuttnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1146414146039540522006-04-26T23:58:00.000Z2006-04-30T16:22:26.050Z

I was interviewed on Good Morning Naboo.I'm usually up and about really early when I'm on duty back on Coruscant. Around 0400 I conduct a physical training session with the security staff and the handmaidens. After the workout routine is done I usually have time to catch Good Morning Naboo (time delayed, of course) over breakfast before work really starts. Coruscant has more than its share of

Captain Typhonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1145573074066106242006-04-20T22:43:00.000Z2006-04-20T22:44:34.076Z

Most of you boys out there dont have a clue what women really want. So this class is presented in hopes that you will catch a clue and figure out what we mean when we say somthing to you !For some of you " OBI " I am gonna go slow so as not to lose ya.You will want to take notes cause I DONT LIKE REPEATING MYSELF !!!Got It ?Ok welcome to the first class of :Translating Womanspeak( a ) I will

JabaHuttnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1144889963109673432006-04-13T00:58:00.000Z2006-04-13T00:59:23.146Z

As many of you know, I am considered to be the repository of knowledge regarding the Dark Side of the Force. Even Master Yoda concedes that I am more powerful than even he can imagine.Continues Here...

palpshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06418092072288295314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1144866286089642202006-04-12T18:23:00.000Z2006-04-12T18:24:46.103Z

Bleh, I’m starting to miss the peace and quiet of a star cruiser. This planet/city makes so much noise all the time. My apartment walls and windows dampen most of the sound, but still, every once in a while, the sound of a car accident/explosion makes its muffled way into my apartment. And the planet smells, well, dirty in a chemical sort of way. Some of my clones have been getting a rash at the

Lt. Cmdr Oneidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06994636053291287336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1144848255126387802006-04-12T13:20:00.000Z2006-04-12T13:24:17.606Z

I’m totally, like, struggling with my work as a Senator. I feel like it’s hard to tell exactly who the bad guys are. Chancellor Palpatine is making decisions that feel wrong to me. I can see our liberties slowly slipping away, but it’s like hardly anyone else is noticing. I fear that even if we win this war, the Republic will, like, never be the same again.Read more...

Shannonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1144671967355114742006-04-10T12:24:00.000Z2006-04-10T12:26:07.446Z

What are you Younglings doing hanging around the kitchen ? Dont you have something that you could be doing?We Are Bored NandeHi !Its Saturday Morning, No Classes, No Training And You are Bored !But you could be out learning new Jedi Mind Tricks, getting better at using the Force.Just sitting around starin at yerself in the mirror is not gonna get any more exciting !We Just dont know what to do !

JabaHuttnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1144195666210375522006-04-04T00:06:00.000Z2006-04-05T02:37:55.156Z

The women of AnsionWhere: Big Brother house, Naboo. Laundry room.Feeling: My work here is done.Listening to: My ex-fiancée, Jardena."I got the mask off of her and she was instantly awake," I say, snapping my fingers, "but her eyes looked glassy. She looked at me like, who are you? Then she saw Vos and she mumbled, 'Quinlan came back.' She sounded incredibly relieved."I roll my eye.Jardena

Captain Typhonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1144066805031461102006-04-01T12:18:00.000Z2006-04-03T12:20:05.046Z

TOP SECRETEYES ONLYFrom: Construction Supervisor, Patrick O’ ReillyTo: Supreme Chancellor Palpatine (a.k.a. Darth Sidious)Re: Project ‘Oreo Moon’My Lord,I regret to inform you that the project has been delayed again and the installation of the access door on Level 22A, Sector Z32, Sub-Sector 9-FT, Lobby Q was put into the wrong wall.Continues here

palpshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06418092072288295314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1143754464454964602006-03-30T21:32:00.000Z2006-03-30T21:34:24.456Z

Once again my loyal readers , I have spent countless hours bringing the real truth to you.We have been in hot pursuit of the notorious Army Of Cl(one).This Clone trooper would have us believe that he has always been the bastian of faithfullness , the keeper of the galaxy peace.Always presenting himself as a Clean , Upstanding, Clone to be admired.Single handedly saving the republic from a

JabaHuttnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1143784157002196642006-03-29T05:48:00.000Z2006-03-31T05:49:42.646Z

I stopped wondering about the purpose of my missions long ago. I still wonder about the wisdom of them as they fall apart, but not so much so before the mission. We’re going to Monor II, which is in the MidRim, in the Dragonflower Nebula. Sounds pretty exotic, right? Well it’s not. I’m standing here, looking at a fairly flat view with an insane amount of storage facilities, far as the eye can see

Lt. Cmdr Oneidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06994636053291287336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1143180854527675032006-03-24T06:12:00.000Z2006-03-24T06:14:14.540Z

My favorite person showed up.Where: Big Brother house, Naboo. Laundry room.Feeling: Petty.Listening to: My ex-fiancée, Jardena.I frown slightly as I start separating my things from Jardena's in the laundry basket. I begin folding my clothes."She wasn't alone? Who was she with?" Jardena gets up to help me with the folding. "We had intel that there was another Jedi on the planet when you and

Captain Typhonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1142802586957726992006-03-19T21:07:00.000Z2006-03-19T21:09:46.980Z

Man I can't believe how much effort Wifiepoo is putting inta this trip today ! I believe she is trying ta single handedly ruin the Galactic deficit on this one trip.As we walked inta the Mall I began ta feel a little Sorry fer Shortleggs, I was the one that Chapped Momma off and she was gonna have ta suffer with the shoppin all day too !So when Wifie was lookin the other way, I slipped Shortleggs

JabaHuttnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1142180376396115912006-03-13T00:00:00.000Z2006-03-13T04:47:06.476Z

Sachina assisted me once again.Originally uploaded by Captain Typho. Where: Big Brother house, Naboo. Laundry room.Feeling: It's a good thing Jardena put out that fire the Jawa started...Listening to: My ex-fiancée, Jardena.“The real question is, did anybody help anybody?” I snort.“I made a leap of faith and decided she probably was who she said she was. I wasn’t convinced that Siri could

Captain Typhonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1141862708126728322006-03-08T17:05:00.000Z2006-03-09T00:06:38.330Z

Yes, it's that time again, list time! Sadly there isn't much mischief for me to get into at the BB:N house. You can only put makeup on a Jawa so many times before you start to run out of lipstick. As I was sorting through the pile of clothing that Padmè left behind, I had to marvel at the amount and complexity of it all. I’d forgotten how long it took to get her all done up for royal functions.

Lt. Cmdr Oneidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06994636053291287336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1141774205443818822006-03-02T23:27:00.000Z2006-03-07T23:32:09.140Z

My ex-fiancée, Jardena Ranaé Oneida.Originally uploaded by Captain Typho. Where: Big Brother house, Naboo. Laundry room.Feeling: Like I haven't updated this journal in months!Listening to: My ex-fiancée, Jardena.It's been a quiet day in the Big Brother: Naboo house and since I have some downtime, I'm doing some laundry. Somehow I suckered myself into doing Jardena's laundry also. Don't ask. I

Captain Typhonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1141087313714102122006-02-28T00:39:00.000Z2006-02-28T00:41:53.726Z

Well, well, well.If this isn’t an interesting place we all find ourselves in.After my betrayal in the Survivor:Tatooine contest, I bet you all don’t remember what happened next, do you?Continue here...

palpshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06418092072288295314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1140770775801077732006-02-24T08:42:00.000Z2006-02-24T08:46:15.816Z

I was delayed a lot on my trip back to Coruscant.Customs stopped us in and out of every system. Random patrols boarded the ship whenever they could and ate so much of the food that we had to land to take on more supplies and go through another set of custom checks.Read more here...And some more Star Wars posts by me:Rage: Stranded and in need of helpCamera Guy: A Star Wars Reality TV blog (Behind

General Grievoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119440296665200763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1140667439291133482006-02-19T04:00:00.000Z2006-02-23T04:03:59.306Z

From Big Brother: Naboo Would I climb Deeja Peak...Originally uploaded by Captain Typho. After Jon left the stage I remained. Putting aside the upright bass, I told the judges, “I’ll go next.”I cleared my throat and, squashing a momentary feeling of nervousness, I began.---Would I climb Deeja PeakOr cross the Jundland Wastes In my haste To impress? YesRead more...

Captain Typhonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1140275685389670172006-02-18T15:13:00.000Z2006-02-18T15:14:45.406Z

I don’t know about you, but I have had one heck of a week.First, I hear a report that one of my minions, Darth Cheney, shot some guy while he was out hunting womp rats on Tatooine. Apparently he was riding along in his speeder and decided to send a droid to flush out some womp rats from a bush.Click here for more...

palpshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06418092072288295314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1140094540956806712006-02-15T12:50:00.000Z2006-02-16T12:55:40.970Z

So we had to like write a poem for our fifth challenge in the Big Brother: Naboo house. What a lot of the contestants don’t realize is that poetry is totally all in the performance. Well, maybe Jon gets the idea, but not many others. Time spent on poem: 15 minutes.Time spent getting dressed: 5 hours. When my turn came, I got on stage in front of the judges and audience and performed my

Shannonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1139921820264197372006-02-14T06:45:00.000Z2006-02-14T12:57:00.276Z

Well , as much as I hate do do it , looks like I'm gonna have ta make an example of ole NandeHi.I gave her explicit directions . While I was gone to the Big Brother House all she had to accomplish was finding out a few things about the little Green Goblin.How hard can it be ta find out his home planet ?His Real middle Name ?His last name fer that matter ?How long he's been a Jedi ?How he found a

JabaHuttnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1139420758356581572006-02-08T05:44:00.000Z2006-02-08T17:45:58.373Z

Bell had a little... accident, shall we say?Originally uploaded by Captain Typho. I was adding the fabric softener to the washing machine when Padmé marched into the laundry room.“Typho, I’m not happy with what you did with my area of the room,” she announced. “I wanted the walls to be Pear Green, the window sills to be Peach and the part of the wall over that wooden thing--”“The molding?”“

Captain Typhonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1139280388808421032006-02-07T02:44:00.000Z2006-02-07T02:46:28.830Z

A Mighty Bowl party at the Jedi Temple we had tonight. Know what the heck is going on in this game, I do not. Run for a couple of seconds, then stop, all they do is. Know what the point is I do not. Anyway, playing againt the Ithor Iron Workers, the Wroona Womphawks were.Rooting for the Womphawks, Young Skywalker was. Rooting for the Iron Workers, Kenobi was. The only ones among us who actually

Master Yodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15409608089974168960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1139073084718409942006-02-04T17:08:00.000Z2006-02-04T17:11:24.746Z

From Big Brother: NabooAfter last week’s challenge, I decided to, like, sit back and observe a bit before taking action. I settled down at the bar in Obs & JJ’s room and did some thinking about lemons. Sure, you can totally make some fun drinks with lemons, but I was looking for something more, like, creative, ya know? I thought about my strengths, my values, my goals. Suddenly, it totally hit me

Shannonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1139034119998418752006-02-04T06:18:00.000Z2006-02-04T06:23:15.846Z

I wrote earlier what I thought was a really funny post while loopy on cold medication. Then I re-read it while in a slightly more normal state of mind. Yikes, no wonder they take my weapons and deck away when I'm dispensed cold medication. Needless to say, that post got tossed. But if you really want to know how to get your pirate name, let me know, I can arrange it. For the piratey goodness of

Lt. Cmdr Oneidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06994636053291287336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1139177252294158222006-02-03T16:05:00.000Z2006-02-05T22:08:43.693Z

I really didn't expect ta be evicted Outa The Big Brother Naboo House this Quick. But here I am back at the house. That was the wierdest 2 weeks I have ever spent in my life. That whole Bunch has went offa there rockers.I am beginin ta think that the game was rigged right from the get go. There was a little to much gangin up going on over there.Yoda and Grievous gangin up on me .Grievous going

JabaHuttnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1138819922733490112006-02-01T18:50:00.000Z2006-02-01T18:52:02.733Z

Four Jobs You’ve Had In Your LifeMajorSquad LeaderTacticsDelivery CloneFour Places You’ve LivedKaminoCoruscantRead more...

General Grievoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119440296665200763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1138819838276106552006-02-01T18:46:00.000Z2006-02-01T18:50:38.306Z

So I went to get my wheel bike back from the repair shop and they told me they were busy and it would be another two days. The next day I went back to them:"Hey, is my bike ready yet?""Let's see" Yells behind him, "Is Mr Grievous's bike ready yet Hanack?""No, tell him to come back tomorrow.""I'm sorry it isn't ready, come back tomorrow."I lost my temper, I grabbed him by his collar;Read more...

General Grievoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119440296665200763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1138591204254158072006-01-30T03:17:00.000Z2006-01-30T03:20:04.276Z

The room was silent, lit only by a purple lava lamp. A beaded curtain in the doorway rustled with a gentle breeze from the vent on the ceiling, casting waving shadows. Several of the posters, covered in a light layer of velvet, glowed neon shades in the low illumination.There was a whoosh of displaced air and the regular occupant suddenly returned after over a month's absence. Qui-Gon Jinn was

Qui-Gon Jinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12386378184527108619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1138147257337110312006-01-25T00:00:00.000Z2006-01-25T00:00:57.353Z

As you all know, we are in the middle of a war. Count Dooku, General Grevious, and the Separatist leaders have brought us to this war when they attacked us on Geonosis. It’s their fault, not mine.As Supreme Chancellor, and commander in chief of the grand army, the Senate has granted me the power to prosecute the war by ‘whatever means necessary’. Their words, not mine. Of course I really control

palpshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06418092072288295314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1138106672672706942006-01-24T12:40:00.000Z2006-01-24T12:44:32.683Z

Week one in the Big Brother house has been pretty fun. But because I’m a big time Senator and stuff, I still need to keep in contact with Coruscant. So I got this strange communication from Bail Organa. It seems that the Senate’s very own Big Brother (aka Chancellor Palpatine) has been doing some totally weird things lately. Like spying on people. And he keeps, like, finding ways to give himself

Shannonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1138052418078437532006-01-23T21:39:00.000Z2006-01-24T00:52:13.676Z

To give us something to do, the show producers decided we should have a movie night. They selected the movie to show us. We were excited, this wasn’t some old release from the movie store, it was a new to the theaters movie. So what did they select for us to watch? Tristan and Isolde. If you haven’t seen this movie and want to and/or are unfamiliar with the legend, I’d recommend NOT reading this

Lt. Cmdr Oneidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06994636053291287336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1137557284727136292006-01-18T04:06:00.000Z2006-01-18T04:08:04.746Z

A Naboo dish: Noodles with Chuba Sauce.Originally uploaded by Captain Typho. After listening to Jar Jar's description of the first challenge, JJ and I had a huddle to talk over how we were going to handle this."I already know what to cook," said the little Jawa as he puffed on his cigar. "Chilled Bantha testicles. Who doesn't love that? We'll win hands down."Read more...

Captain Typhonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1137439318073007822006-01-16T19:17:00.000Z2006-01-16T19:21:58.086Z

Read more here you can.

Master Yodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15409608089974168960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1137279973892161782006-01-14T23:05:00.000Z2006-01-14T23:06:13.906Z

After all the excitement of the past couple weeks, I am bored. Bored, bored, bored.Now that the Clone War has begun and the Grand Army of the Republic has been created, there is like, totally nothing happening in the Senate. Chancellor Palpatine is all like "I’ll handle everything." It’s getting kinda annoying and creepy, actually. I mean, what is this, a dictatorship?Read more...

Shannonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1137177889529431742006-01-13T18:43:00.000Z2006-01-13T21:55:08.536Z

We landed in Coruscant 12 hours later. Told you I was close to making it without incident. I had my belongs packed and ready to go hours before we were to dock. The plan was to stop by my new quarters, my apartment, drop off my belongings, and then head down to the civilian space port and catch a ship to Naboo. And I was to have an escort for my trip to Naboo. Not for any legitimate reason, just

Lt. Cmdr Oneidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06994636053291287336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1136883315983923842006-01-10T08:53:00.000Z2006-01-10T08:55:15.983Z

Yes I have a new mission, and yes I assigned it to my squad. The office was getting rather boring, and if I had to sit through another speech by master Yoda on refilling the executive coffee machine I would have gone stir crazy!Read more...

General Grievoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119440296665200763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1136882666729396932006-01-10T08:42:00.000Z2006-01-10T08:44:26.740Z

So, we were on our way to Anison, luggage packed and ready to leave Coruscant when a flight attendant came over and addressed Mael:"Young sir, you are not allowed to have your Droid on board, kindly ask him to follow me to the cargo hold.""Excuse me Miss, I am not merely a Droid, I am an officer, and as such I am entitled to sit here.""So you are willing to pay for two seats?""Well, no, these

General Grievoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119440296665200763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1137126206791700802006-01-08T04:20:00.000Z2006-01-13T04:23:26.813Z

Moving day.Originally uploaded by Captain Typho. Another day, another reality show.I didn’t volunteer for this one, though. It seems my mom loved those Survivor parties of hers so much she submitted my name for another game show without bothering to tell me.Once again I’ll be living in front of cameras and rooming with strangers. At least this time we (presumably) can shower regularly and we

Captain Typhonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1136557173289387432006-01-04T14:18:00.000Z2006-01-06T14:19:33.300Z

As I sit in the tranquil waiting area of Jedi Temple's Medical Wing, listening to the soft ripple of the waterfalls, I am finding it totally impossible to capture any calm. I feel angry, scared, confused, desperate... and way too sober.War has broken out between the Republic and the Separatists. The Grand Army has been created. Actually, the army - which are all like, clones - already existed

Shannonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1136275805916745072006-01-03T08:07:00.000Z2006-01-03T08:11:40.406Z

While the Lt. Cmndr is off doing whatever it is she's off doing, she asked that we provide some Public Service Announcements for you all. We've been pondering what to say, there are many dangers in the galaxies, and going through her stuff hasn't provided much that could start any good gossip.Read More....

Lt. Cmdr Oneidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06994636053291287336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1135791052990314482005-12-28T05:29:00.000Z2005-12-28T17:30:53.003Z

A Wookie elder in Life Day robes.Originally uploaded by Captain Typho. The challenge: Write a fictional remembrance for the Christmas (or Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or Wookie Life Day or...) holidays.Read more...

Captain Typhonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1135716248114521042005-12-27T20:43:00.000Z2005-12-27T20:44:08.123Z

I was mindin his own business today when, thanks to my super-hearing ability, a cry of distress was heard. Someone was in trouble, an it was up to none other than the Kenobinator to solve the problem! I fled to the scene where the crime was takin' place.Continued here

Obi-Wan Kenobihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03936538222778010222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1135647925122809792005-12-26T01:43:00.000Z2005-12-27T01:46:15.490Z

Hey, how's it goin'? Ty Pennington here and I'm with the entire crew of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. We've taken over Master Yoda's blog because we're about to give him the surprise of his life! We're gonna renovate his vacation home on Dagobah! Man, I'm excited!!Read the rest here.

Master Yodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15409608089974168960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1135609179956082782005-12-25T14:58:00.000Z2005-12-26T14:59:39.966Z

I woke up…but where was I? A quick look around the room, and I realized that I was still on the couch. The Holovid was still on, playing back some old episode of Full House. It was the Festivus episode and Uncle Jesse was giving the kids their presents.“4CO! 4CO!” I yelled.He waddled into the room, “Yes, Yes, what is it sir?”“What day is it?”“Why it’s Festivus day sir? Why do you ask?”“Then I

palpshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06418092072288295314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1135394710220778242005-12-24T03:23:00.000Z2005-12-24T03:25:10.220Z

We arrived on Naboo the next day and rushed the package to Senator Padme Amidala."M'lady, we have a package for you.""O my gosh, is that the cake I ordered?"Read more...

General Grievoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119440296665200763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1135394585332397622005-12-24T03:17:00.000Z2005-12-24T03:23:05.343Z

Seeing as I no longer have a job (I am paid per gig by Noel), and many people do not want to hire an ex convict, I have applied for Coruscant's unemployment plan the boasts a lower level apartment and a plentiful income. The only downside is that it is only for Coruscant residents.So I had this problem that was easier to solve than first expected.Read more...

General Grievoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119440296665200763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1135005517386522562005-12-19T15:15:00.000Z2005-12-19T15:18:37.386Z

Dormé has a plan.Originally uploaded by Captain Typho. Where: In the Naboo cruiser, en route to Ansion.Feeling: Like I need a nap.Listening to: Dormé.I sometimes wish I was a Jedi.But don’t tell anybody.No, I don’t envy them. The “no attachments” thing wouldn’t work for me. What I’m getting at is that at times like this it would be incredibly convenient to be able to read minds (though, as I

Captain Typhonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1135016143373919662005-12-18T18:11:00.000Z2005-12-19T18:16:00.836Z

Invited to go on Celebrity Jeopardy, I was. Say just let me that a challenge it was not.Read more here you can.

Master Yodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15409608089974168960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1134953198133829352005-12-17T00:45:00.000Z2005-12-19T15:15:43.800Z

It was a cold and blustery afternoon outside the Senate offices. Normally, it was a little chilly since this top half of the planet tilts away from the sun this time of year, but the environmental engineers kept it slightly warmer by venting warm air from the lower levels into the atmosphere. The Coruscanti environmental engineers must be napping.I brought up the holocom link and rang up the Jedi

palpshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06418092072288295314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1134546843255233502005-12-14T07:52:00.000Z2005-12-14T07:54:03.266Z

The meeting went badly, very badly. I arrived at Sidious's vacation home with a hamper of his favourite foods and drinks, which he promptly took from me and locked in a cupboard leaving me wondering why he was acting strangely.We went into his office and sat down; strangely there were no servants insight.Read more...

General Grievoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119440296665200763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1134290757847340632005-12-11T08:44:00.000Z2005-12-11T08:45:57.860Z

"Okay," said Steve de Spider. "I wantcha to think about why you're here.""Eh... because jah gang o' hired thugs knocked me out and-""No, not *here*, here, I mean here, like, as opposed to *there*, you know what I'm saying?""No.""The *ether*! Why d'ya think you haven't passed on, why are ya a force ghost? You're dead, buddy, you've ceased to be, you're an ex-Quermian!""Well, dey don't got no

Jar Jar Binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12990543422842264113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1134055893357232292005-12-08T15:30:00.000Z2005-12-08T15:31:33.366Z

I had some late afternoon meetings at Sith, Inc today. While I normally like to operate my company from behind the scenes, occasionally I like to pop into board meetings unannounced to see what is happening.I put my cowl up over my head as I enter the room.“Good afternoon everyone.”Jodra Sanon, COO of Sith, Inc as well as the rest of the board members stand.“L,L,Lord Sidious…we weren’t expecting

palpshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06418092072288295314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1134099385596774662005-12-07T07:33:00.000Z2005-12-09T03:36:25.610Z

Wow, like I totally have a lot to write about. In short, Anakin found his mom, but she died in his arms, then he took out the entire camp of Tusken Raiders. He was all like illin and crying – I've never seen him so mad. Ya know, every time I see him mad, I think like wow I totally have never seen him this mad, but then the next time it's like even worse. It's kinda scary. But he's also kinda hot

Shannonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1133767409132035722005-12-05T07:21:00.000Z2005-12-05T07:23:29.143Z

This morning I was awoken from my sleep by a call from Noel; she had overlooked a minor detail for one of her restaurants that was to open today; the authentic guards were missing. She then proceeded to ask if Alpha Squad would be willing to be the guards, I wasn't looking forward to it but when she mentioned that they were royal guards from an ancient civilisation, I agreed.Read more...

General Grievoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119440296665200763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1133291947577765562005-11-29T19:17:00.000Z2005-11-29T19:19:07.586Z

“Impressive.” I reply to J.J.’s raise.I still can’t figure out if he’s trying to bluff me out, or if he really has something in the pocket.“Yo Palps, he’s playin you dog.” Young Skywalker comments.“Mesa tinkin that to Chancellor,” Jar-Jar chimes in, “Yousa should be folden.”I pause for a moment to try to read J.J. in the force. He is as calm as a glass of water on a cool spring day on Naboo.Time

palpshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06418092072288295314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1133064502293097262005-11-27T04:02:00.000Z2005-11-27T04:08:22.303Z

It's been rough around here lately. Like, seriously.See, we got the flat remodelled, and it was a fully functioning bachelor pad. A swingin' one at that. Problem with that is that me and JJ, well. As for bachelors, we aren't, like, Don Juan De La Nooch, that's for sure. But, JJ, man... He's married now. Like, tied the knot. Hitched the nearest post he could find. Bought a hundred thousand credit

Qui-Gon Jinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12386378184527108619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1132987584069381592005-11-26T06:43:00.000Z2005-11-26T06:46:24.080Z

If you remember, a while ago Master Sidious gave me an order to train a youngling in the way of the lightsabre. However, I was busy and had no time for him; in fact, I had so little time for him that I locked him in his room to stop him following me. Time wore on and I forgot about him, until today. Just before lunch my ship was hailed by a civilian ship requesting to land to discuss child

General Grievoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119440296665200763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1132634758724249592005-11-22T00:43:00.000Z2005-11-22T04:45:58.736Z

Dormé and meOriginally uploaded by Captain Typho. Where: In the Naboo cruiser, en route to Ansion.Feeling: Impatient, I suppose.Listening to: Dormé.While Dormé speaks to my mom and inquires after her family, my thoughts are elsewhere.I know I gave Dormé only the flimsiest of reasons to come with me to Ansion. It had to be clear that it wasn’t really official business, that I was holding

Captain Typhonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1132595190500674892005-11-21T17:44:00.000Z2005-11-21T17:46:30.540Z

Today Kenobi's trial was. Helping us, Senator Oragana was. His influence he used so that a quick trial Kenobi could get. Also, a lawyer he got for us."I've gotten you the absolute best attorney money can buy," he said, "This guy is really good."Then in stepped this guy:"Denny Crane"Read the rest here you can

Master Yodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15409608089974168960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1132444574451786932005-11-20T01:54:00.000Z2005-11-19T23:56:14.466Z

After my morning blow up with Dooku, I had hoped that he would get the hint that perhaps it was time to move on.Unfortunately for everyone involved, he was not getting the hint.I arrived home that evening, drained and exhausted from the days work in the Senate. I had been pushing through a number of resolutions and bills to consolidate more power to the Chancellor’s office. It was tough work

palpshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06418092072288295314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1132251601260076412005-11-17T18:18:00.000Z2005-11-17T18:20:01.270Z

We have finally managed to land on one of the larger cities here on Kamino. Usually each side disembarks with blasters firing and lightsabers spinning, however, this time none of the happened, I'm not entirely sure why. It might have been the fact that they were stunned by Dooku walking up to them with a cup of tea in hand and asking if they would like any, or they drank the tea and were feeling

General Grievoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119440296665200763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1132173218270324472005-11-16T20:28:00.000Z2005-11-16T20:33:38.280Z

Several days had passed at the Casino. The guests had been living it up, eating exotic foods, basking in the Tatooine suns at the pool-side, or gambling the nights away.A special meeting was called at the Watto's Banquet Hall on the ground floor of the building. Every Survivor was invited, as well as the few fans that voted.The day of the gathering, Qui-Gon was busy behind the scenes. He was

Qui-Gon Jinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12386378184527108619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1131892193880485802005-11-13T09:29:00.000Z2005-11-13T14:29:53.910Z

Pleased to meet you! My name is...?Originally uploaded by Captain Typho. Well, I made it through fifty posts in this blog without addressing an important question:What in the world is Captain Typho’s first name?I’ve never found any mention of his first name in any printed materials. There’s nothing about it in his entry in the databank on starwars.com.Oddly enough, last week someone emailed me

Captain Typhonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1131898208840031882005-11-12T16:07:00.000Z2005-11-13T16:10:08.863Z

Conerned about Young Skywalker I was. Meditating late last night I was when something disturbing I saw. Something in Young Skywalker's future it was.Of course, always in motion the future is. Rely on these visions you can not.Still, very disturbing it was. In his future, a choice I saw Young Skywalker make. The wrong choice it was. Much he suffered because of it. Much others suffered because of

Master Yodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15409608089974168960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1131543083025512602005-11-09T13:29:00.000Z2005-11-09T13:31:23.036Z

When I came to I was like blindfolded and handcuffed. The air was different. I wasn't outside and something felt familiar. I felt someone there with me."Where am I?" I asked.A gruff voice answered. "On your lovely ship, Senator." It sounded like a woman."What do you want?""Just a little cooperation, your worshipfulness.""Listen, I've had a lot to drink tonight and I might need to puke soon. Can

Shannonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1131429229404904112005-11-08T05:51:00.000Z2005-11-08T05:53:49.413Z

Mesa woken upsa thissen mornen to der most throbben headache mesa had since dat Trade Federation ivaden mesa home. Mesa was in moy moy pain, so muchsa that mesa had to see der Doctor. Mesa wassen on mesa way, minden mesa business, when a strange human came on walken up to mesa. "Whosa are yousa?" "Would you like to receive cheap healthcare with no compromises on quality?" "Yesa, mesa would, I was

General Grievoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119440296665200763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1131329493559203672005-11-06T02:09:00.000Z2005-11-07T02:12:25.346Z

Whassen mesa doin? Mesa realisen thissen mornen dat mesa been producen der same kinds of food mesa swearen to purge from der galaxy! Deep-fried chips dripping with fat... Der strange guy in der brown robe came to mesa apartment thissen morning. Hesa tellen mesa to expanden into other fast food... chicken nuggets made of reconstituted fat and gristle, soft-serve ice cream made of chicken fat...

Jar Jar Binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12990543422842264113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1131180870283889012005-11-05T08:52:00.000Z2005-11-05T08:54:30.293Z

Heads I go to Ansion, tails I don't.Originally uploaded by Captain Typho. Where: Kaadara, Naboo.Feeling: Like this is my fiftieth post.Listening to: Not listening to reason, that's for sure.I sit back on the couch and as I watch the screen on the datapad on my lap, I think about the toxicology report from the vet and the separate investigation I’m doing online.The analysis of the hand lotion

Captain Typhonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1131024825237388062005-11-03T13:31:00.000Z2005-11-03T13:33:45.246Z

Short, Kenobi calls me. Short I am not! Officially, in the Republic, according to the average height for all sentient beings, considered short, anyone 2' 1'' or below is. Well, 2' 2" I am! So short I am not! (Of course, some say skewed the average is because included in the mix, my people, Ewoks, and Jawas are. But my fault that is not.)Besides, among my people, considered tall I am. No, true it

Master Yodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15409608089974168960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1130939246747603932005-11-02T13:45:00.000Z2005-11-02T13:47:26.756Z

I am awfully sorry, my master. You know how paint fumes affect my asthma, and I was going to originally stay with Grievous but he..kinda..threw me out…”I don’t know how Dooku can say that paint fumes affect his asthma, but drowning himself in cologne doesn’t. I was thinking that a good shot of force lightning to his butt right about now would be appropriate.Unfortunately, I still need him. My

palpshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06418092072288295314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1130727756770751162005-10-31T03:01:00.000Z2005-10-31T03:04:24.606Z

We arrived on this hot, dry, dusty, nasty planet and located Watto, the Toydarian who once owned Anakin and his mother, Shmi Skywalker. He directed us to the Lars homestead where we met Owen, who I guess is like Anakin’s step-brother, and his girlfriend Beru. Owen kept looking at me all creepy like, but Anakin didn’t notice because he was all like consumed with “where’s my mother” and all.Read

Shannonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1130654376014857892005-10-30T06:37:00.000Z2005-10-30T06:39:36.023Z

I had a splitting headache last night, this morning it had disappeared as fast as it had come. I travelled to work where a group of press were waiting to take pictures for Coruscant Daily News. So into my office I went and was followed by about 5 photographers. When the pictures had been taken and I had given them answers to the questions they didn't ask, I waited to see what they had written.30

General Grievoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119440296665200763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1130463509710182662005-10-27T01:35:00.000Z2005-10-28T01:39:28.976Z

Peko got hold of something she shouldn't have.Originally uploaded by Captain Typho. Where: Kaadara, Naboo.Feeling: Tired.Listening to: Holonet News.I am able to find an animal hospital in the Deeja Park district with round the clock staffing. Peko is still alive when I get there, but she has not regained consciousness.I give the vet the bitten up tube of hand lotion from the spa. I explain

Captain Typhonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1130383541612794172005-10-26T03:23:00.000Z2005-10-28T01:39:07.433Z

The cave only held two figures, as opposed to the group that once dwelt there. The two mulled around, picking through the remains of the camp. There was a smouldering ring, where the nightly fire kept the team-mates warm and the predators away. In nearly every corner, there were small spots that resembled nests, light beds consisting of scraps of cloth and dewback hide. The cooling bot hummed

Qui-Gon Jinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12386378184527108619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1130251517627798662005-10-25T14:42:00.000Z2005-10-25T14:45:17.633Z

Invited Kenobi, Young Harvey the Padawan, and me to her apartment for dinner, Senator Amidala had. Unfortunately, to cook dinner herself, she decided. Saying that bad her cooking is, I am not. But once, a CARE package filled with cookies she baked herself, she sent to some starving refugees. Sent back to her the package was, along with a threatening letter signed by the refugees.Read more here

Master Yodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15409608089974168960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1130182371528025572005-10-24T19:31:00.000Z2005-10-25T15:50:16.736Z

“Be a good droid and hang this up in the guest room, if you would please,” he motioned to the droid, passing it his top hat, cloak, and cane. “I say, old chap, have you got anything to drink around here?”….Dooku….“Lord Tyrannus…what are you doing here?” I reply in my low, gravely voice.Continues here...

palpshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06418092072288295314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1130062508127317502005-10-22T10:14:00.000Z2005-10-23T10:15:08.133Z

OK, I’ve got to vent today! I am appalled at how the republic controls the media. I was catching up on some news and saw this story. Apparently the Republic’s education department paid a writer to promote their agenda. Seriously, since I’ve become a Senator – since I was Queen, really – I’ve become more and more disillusioned with the Republic. The corruption is rampant.Anankin and I were talking

Shannonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1129921962512631322005-10-21T19:11:00.000Z2005-10-22T00:46:15.536Z

Last week I held an awesome party in Palpatine's office. Here's a group picture: Quite a few people turned up, some on false pretences (I couldn't give away my location to some people in case they told their Army):Anakin SkywalkerDookuJawa JuiceMace WinduPadme AmidalaJar Jar BinksPalpatineQui-Gon JinnYodaRead more...

General Grievoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119440296665200763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1129717126604966722005-10-19T10:15:00.000Z2005-10-19T10:18:46.613Z

Okeyday... mesa class goin well today... up to a point. Usen' mesa cunning potion, mesa performen berry well. Mesa doin everyting with muy muy dexterity and grace. Den... der potion's effects wearen off. And mesa becomen even more clumsy than usual...Clicken here to continuen yousa readen.

Jar Jar Binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12990543422842264113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1129587237551097062005-10-18T00:09:00.000Z2005-10-18T00:08:53.750Z

Uncle Panaka is coming out of retirement.Originally uploaded by Captain Typho. Where: At the federal building in Kaadara, Naboo.Feeling: Nothing.Listening to: A droid question me about how I lost my ID.I hate droids.And it’s not just because my planet was once overrun by their murdering hordes. Droids always seem to get in my way when I’m already pissed off about something.After leaving the

Captain Typhonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1129539108757068142005-10-17T08:46:00.000Z2005-10-17T08:51:48.766Z

We needed some, like, new clothes. Me and JJ were without our swingin' bachelor pad and the majority of our stuff was covered in an orange haze after spending time at Obi-Wan's. So we went to the best place to get overcharged for shoddy merchandise, the Coruscant Western-Northern Mall. It was Go'Oorchuk's Day, so there were all these crazy sales. Nothing draws Jawa to a mall like sales. And, like

Qui-Gon Jinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12386378184527108619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1129489930989524512005-10-16T19:10:00.000Z2005-10-16T19:12:10.996Z

Stand these doofuses anymore I can not. Too much the drama is. Even sleep anymore I can not because of the stupid arguments they have. The other night, having this argument they were."Easy, there, Farm Boy," Solo said to Young Starbucker, "I'm just sayin' it has to be Jessica's fault for her break-up with Nick. You can look at her and tell she's a tramp."Bright red like a tomato, Young

Master Yodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15409608089974168960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1129414564675267282005-10-15T22:14:00.000Z2005-10-15T22:16:46.540Z

I was somewhat anxious to try out my new clothes at a social gathering, and it just so happens that Master Windu was having a party at the Jedi Temple last night. Never one to pass up an opportunity to gather some intel on the Jedi order, I agreed to attend.I decided to wear one of my new senate suits, with my speedos underneath just in case it turned into a pool party.I planned to arrive

palpshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06418092072288295314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1129209970598711712005-10-13T13:23:00.000Z2005-10-13T13:26:10.606Z

I ran toward the bounty hunter and landed a roundhouse kick to his chest. (Thanks to Captain Typho for that totally cool martial arts training!) He staggered a bit, which gave me a split second to recover my blaster. I knew I was taking a chance engaging him, but I wanted to get closer, to get a good look at him.Turns out he was a she. She stayed in the dark, despite my efforts to draw her out.

Shannonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1129175045109739842005-10-12T23:41:00.000Z2005-10-13T03:52:27.346Z

The outcome of last night can be said in one short statement: Party at Palpatine's tomorrow!It was midnight, the sky was dark, the prison was asleep, and I finished my dinner (deep fried Scurrier) four hours ago. I was casually doing a 3D crossword, when I looked out the window and saw a pair of headlights drift down, out of the sky. When the vehicle was closer my eyes flicked to the under

General Grievoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119440296665200763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1128910349074415792005-10-09T02:10:00.000Z2005-10-10T02:12:29.080Z

Killing time in hyperspaceOriginally uploaded by Captain Typho. Where: In the Naboo cruiser, somewhere in hyperspaceFeeling: Nothing.Listening to: Nobody, thank God.I come out of an unusually heavy sleep, feeling like I’m drowning.It’s pitch black in my room, but I feel like the sun ought to be up by now. I reach for my comlink.Then I remember that I lost it.Then I remember where I am and why.

Captain Typhonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1128538678564199042005-10-06T18:55:00.000Z2005-10-06T14:23:41.070Z

After two days of shopping, 5000 credits, a nice new pair of purple and turquoise speedos, and a memorable moment where Clinton tossed his cookies, I was ready for the next phase of my fashion makeover. Hair with Nick, and makeup with Carmindy.Hey, what a sec. Makeup??First I met with Nick, the hair guy.Nick: Well Chancellor, I am not exactly sure what we can do with this hair.Palps: What ‘

palpshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06418092072288295314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1128554922393150552005-10-05T23:25:00.000Z2005-10-05T23:28:42.400Z

As the Twilek and I were climbing the stairs (no lift in this place, the mechanism would get clogged with the dust and sand), I started prying him for the information.Han: Who is the job for?Contact: Some old geezer.Han: What does he need me for?Contact: (eyes me sideways) I don't know.Han: What kind of job is it?Contact: You'll have to ask him.Han: How will this help me find information on my

Han Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10049633682792537863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1128432132166866722005-10-04T13:21:00.000Z2005-10-04T13:22:12.170Z

I woke up in the middle of the night with Anakin on top of me. No, not like that. Psh.Major déjà vu. This is just what happened on Coruscant. Maybe I should stop drinking so many margaritas before bed so I’m not sleeping so soundly and I might actually wake up when some bounty hunter is trying to kill me. Maybe.Read more...

Shannonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1128369519758965252005-10-03T19:57:00.000Z2005-10-05T08:08:46.086Z

After much consideration, and listening in on official conversations, we decided to attack the Republic’s barracks. Using Zin’s hidden map: … we planed to walk through the door, kill everyone, and walk back out again. Read more...

General Grievoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119440296665200763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1128132863086749462005-09-30T02:14:00.000Z2005-10-01T23:56:23.460Z

The spa treatment wasn't quite like this.Originally uploaded by Captain Typho. Where: Cuipernam Wellness Institute Spa, Ansion.Feeling: Exfoliated.Listening to: Mok Cha, our “induction consultant.”The Zabrak nods at Siri’s shocked face. Then he starts to laugh lightly.“I’m sorry, you seemed so nervous, so I was trying to lighten the mood,” he says to her. “We can’t let our guests perform the

Captain Typhonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1128052053127957702005-09-29T03:44:00.000Z2005-10-01T02:15:23.520Z

You know, when we, like, came here to live with Ben, I thought that it would be like the old times. Me and Obi-Wan watching some Scoob, eating some brownies, and like, meditating together. I was, like, way wrong.Obi can't even see me, so needless to say, all that sappy 'good old times' stuff, like, never happened. It's been more of all-night wrestling on the holovid, while eating cheetos and

Qui-Gon Jinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12386378184527108619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1127910027000258422005-09-28T12:18:00.000Z2005-09-28T12:22:35.336Z

Welcome to Coruscant News Network's Misfire, a program featuring intelligent, informed debate on today's most important issues. And now, our guest commentators.On the Right, Jedi Master Mace Windu, well-known for his development of both the Form VII discipline of lightsaber combat and revolutionary break-throughs in skin care.On the Left, Jedi Master Yoda, who has led the Jedi Council for decades

Master Yodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15409608089974168960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1127849560055074382005-09-27T19:30:00.000Z2005-09-27T19:32:40.060Z

After the humiliation of having to watch my ‘secret’ footage, including my late night incursion into the Jedi Temple, I was resigned to the fact that I probably do need a bit of a makeover…although I refuse to be happy about it.I packed up my entire wardrobe of black robes, yellow and pink speedos, multi-colored cycling shirts, black socks and sandals, flip flops, Birkenstocks, clogs, lime green

palpshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06418092072288295314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15793914.post-1127511702646541952005-09-26T21:39:00.000Z2005-09-26T23:40:34.446Z

OK, you know I have a secret about Vader. And, I want to tell you what it is, but I don't know quite how to word it, so I'll just say it. Here goes:Darth Vader. Is. My ...Read More...

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